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Well, guess I can't Присоединиться an RP community without characters, right? Sorry if I break every single rule Ты have; I don't know all of them yet. (I'm studying.)

Also, I’m sorry about the lack of pictures. I'm drawing these two later and will certainly have a hell of a time finding pictures online, so медведь with me.


Plague Rat

Name: Chip Winnipeg

Alias: Plague Rat

Age: 22

Alignment: Neutral.

Appearance: Paler than a gamer's left cheek. Dyed blonde hair (with the roots showing, because some people just suck at hair dye) that stays in a stiff wave above his face. Dull grey eyes with noticeable circles under them. Sharp, severe features. Likes stiff, expensive-looking Форс-мажоры a bit too much.

Powers: To put it simply, Chip is toxic. His body and all of its contents (especially his blood) are extremely poisonous, and simply being around him causes immediate illness in most people. Should he come into contact with someone, he can cause any number of medical symptoms, but this has the obvious drawback of him needing to touch the person. He's currently in Поиск of a way to channel this, as at the moment he feels he's kind of useless. For the sake of protection, he only carries a revolver, because he finds it elegant (if pretentious.)

Personality: Chip is a very difficult person to impress. Though he isn't a full-on snob, he carries a slight air of superiority, and simply doesn't take interest in much. He's a dangerously addicted gambler, and builds his persona around a gambling motif; he's never caught without a deck of cards или a pair of dice. He takes losses very seriously and holds a grudge like nobody's business. Chip's sense of humor is very sassy and surprisingly morbid, and though he comes off as cold, he's a genuinely funny person. He is a writer, and enjoys spending long nights weaving his own tales, but is embarrassed by it and never speaks of it.

Background: Chip has had his powers since birth. They're the result of his mother's family being extremely susceptible to (and passing down a number of) illnesses, and his father's family being a long line of assorted heroes. He spent his first thirteen years isolated from the rest of the world, and as a result grew up with very poor social skills. He soon fell into a depression when he learned that the world didn't want him, and so turned to gambling as a crutch. Chip has never had any affiliations with any large organization, good или bad, and tends to Переместить from place to place without ever remembering the names of the people he's met. Through sheer luck, he became rich, but chooses to do nothing with his money aside from hold on to it.


Honey

Name: Sandy Abbott

Alias: Honey

Age: 19

Alignment: Neutral, but with good intentions

Appearance: Warm, smooth brown skin. Curly, shoulder-length brown hair with red tips. Curvy, with a round face and close-together eyes. Wears simple, modest clothing like pastel sweaters and fitted jeans; not one for the extravagant, save her triple-pierced ears.

Powers: Honey’s powers are strange and, to most, somewhat disgusting. She doesn’t feel pain, and is incredibly difficult to kill, for the reason that she can rearrange her own anatomy to her heart’s content. She occasionally takes out her eyes and switches them in their sockets for no reason other than to terrify people, and when she severed her Achilles tendon once, her reaction was to simply stretch the broken ends and tie them into a nice bow. Most importantly, her Кости aren’t quite adamantium-indestructible, but they’re close, and she can make her ribcage burst out and form a sort of organic bulletproof vest. (It’s gross.) Her powers are purely defensive, so to make up for it, she is a master of the improvised weapon; her favourite things to arm herself with include umbrellas, бабочка nets, and pool cues.

Personality: Sandy is known for her quirky sense of humour and her unbreakable sense of optimism. She believes that nobody should ever feel hopeless, and hates any sort of serious topic. That being said, she also doesn’t have much of a social filter, and will occasionally embarrass herself (and others) by inserting her own lightheartedness where it’s not needed. She’s got a recklessness problem, as one might guess. Her hobbies include sewing and people-watching, but mostly sewing; she has a talent for textile crafts.

Background: Sandy is the секунда youngest of four, having grown up in Brooklyn. She lived a fairly normal life until the день her oldest brother, a pyrokinetic, had a falling out with their parents, which resulted in the destruction of the neighborhood. The Abbotts were shunned, and left the state in Поиск of a new life. Unfortunately, financial troubles arose within the год and forced the family into extreme poverty. Sandy, now sixteen, turned to some rather…undesirable activities to make money. She was дана the nickname “Honey” by some of the people she worked with, and it stuck. She eventually left her family entirely to try and build her own life on the streets, and is currently living alone, poor but satisfied with her own twisted success story. Like Chip, she’s not affiliated with any sort of superhero organization whatsoever, but she’ll deal with small conflicts in her general area with a good beating, if need be.
posted by XxKFforeverXx
Alex sat at her desk, humming quietly as she tapped the pencil on the notepad. "Where is my brother..?" She asked herself, tilting her head. The shorter layers of her hair fell from the ponytail, framing the blonde's face. "He's really tough to find.. But.. Where there's a riddle, there's a way..." She hummed out and stood up, sliding open her closet door. The blonde quickly changed in her usual hero suit, opening the window of her apartment. Alex голубь out of the window and spread her wings, closing her eyes at the breeze. She flew in silence until she landed at Arkham Asylum, tucking in the...
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posted by Robin_Love
Listen. Read. Enjoy X3

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A dark figure shadowed the light from her window. A hand clamped over her throat and warmed neck. The hand tightened on her neck, strangling her. The shadow’s eyes shinned Золото in the darkness. The shadow had four horns and giant wings. Silver fangs dripped drool down on her. Red smoke breathed from its nostrils, framing everything in her view. A cold clutched at her сердце and the shadow’s огонь illuminated its ugly, scaly face.
Scales were peeling off of its skin, some with a darkening black poison. Its tail swung around, creating еще smoke. The creatures giant...
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posted by InfinityYJ
Okay, so most of these were made up when I first made Fin, but then the rest I just made up today with help because I'm an idiot and wanted 13 reasons why Fin's lucky number is 13. Because, Ты know, год 2013.. *shrug* Idk man some of these are really weird but they're all damn true.
[Remember that I was only like 12 when I first made Fin.]

1. She was born 13 минуты after Robin

2. Born on the 13th stop on the (circus) tour

3. 13 stuffed Животные she slept with

4. 13 hours awake everyday

5. 13 when (first) she died

6. She dies every 13 years

7. 13 reincarnate form of the phoenix (don't got a clue...
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posted by Robin_Love
“Under the sea?”
“Been done already.”
“Night in the clouds?”
“Too simple.”
“Uh....Medieval?”
“Used too often.”
“Ugh! This is hopeless!”
Becca looked at her upside comrade.
“Devin, we'll find a rockin theme for you. I promise.”
Devin turned her gaze from the window to where Becca sat upside down. Since Devin had wanted privacy, they had gone to Becca's place. And hadn't been interrupted since entering.
“Fine. But I just can't see how.”
“Think outside the boring fun box.”
“That was contradictory.”
“Whatever.”
Devin turned her gaze back to the outside view. She...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
Cold as steel...



Silver needle oh so sharp...
It hurt so bad when it broke my heart...

Цвета of pain all around....
Yet it hurt....I couldnt make a sound....

She stroked my cheek, and told me it was alright....
But I grasped hope instead, for dear life...

When all hope was gone away....
I thought I was there to stay....

Then the miracle of the day....
Someone came.....and snatched me away....

Unsure of what to do...
I just cried like a fool....

A wolf, a cyborg, and a savior tried to comfort...
But I trusted no one....ever since the export...

Now I still feel a little queasy....
So they force me to take it easy....

But now inside I hear the voice...
And she is giving me no choice.

Hehehe......Guess whats its based on!!!
posted by ScarletYJ
This Статья is based off a fight me and my younger brother had, please don't flame as some of the things сказал(-а) are very personal

There will be swearing just warning Ты now
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I was sitting at the кухня таблица at the house that my father had onwed before he was murdered. Keith and I had decided to meet up after not being in contact ever since father was murdered. But I had no idea that this meeting would go horribly, very quickly, I heard footsteps lazily make their way to the counter and I turned around to face...
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Source: Beyontheveil on DeviantART
posted by Robin_Love
 Ena
Ena
Name: Ena Sikora
Alias: Viveka
Powers/Abilities: dance fighting, flight, hand to hand combat
History: Ena grew up with her parents, her father being a millionaire. Her mother was nurturing and her best friend until the tragic accident tore them apart. With her mother gone, Ena became alone in her father’s house. Teased and bullied because of her father’s power, Ena was alone in the world. She threw herself into her dancing, focusing only on her moves and not the people who sought to bring her down. As Viveka, she became a beacon of hope to her city of Central. She was later approached by Nigtwing...
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 Smart Alex!
Smart Alex!
(So I haven't been on in quite awhile, I'm going to change that, I need an escape from Uni... Expect stories, Rps and general mischief!
I thought the best comeback would be to re-introduce my little bastards, everyone seems to be trying this format so.... Enjoy!)

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE
Name: Knight, Alex Knight.
Reason или meaning of name: Sweet, short, rolls of the tongue ladies Любовь it! (Oh boy, here we go.)
Eye Colour: Blue, I think? I can't really look myself. (Use a mirror, don't go cross-eyed!)
Hair Style/Colour: Blond and short but a tad messy, I call it styled. (Bedhead.)
Height: 6.2" / 189cm...
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Source: me
posted by Mclovin_69
The luminescence of the Телевидение caste a blue glow through the dark room as he pulled on his black boots over his black body suit.

Deep down he knew that putting on the suit would be the only possible way he had to getting all that money in such a short amount of time, but it wasn't exactly a choice he had liked to make his only option. Adjusting his black спандекс sleeve his attention was turned to the screen of the Телевидение that was set to the News.

"yet another disappearance has happened recently of a 25 year-old Gotham citizen named Miacheal Fisher" the reporter on the news сказал(-а) as he...
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((I'm planning to make this 3 parts... depending on my mood))

He watched her. Small strands of her spunky, short blonde hair, waved gently at him as they peered from her red капот, худ and dazzled in the sunlight peeking through the дерево tops.

She turned gazing into the trees and he sucked in his breath hoping he'd gone unnoticed. Red eyes blazed at him but the girl quickly turned to the small house and stood at the door.

The boy's blue eyes followed the waves and billows of the red плащ that draped her shoulders and stature perfectly. He'd followed her her, not in by watching her, no, his heart...
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Part 3:
“So, Dana, How did Mockingbird and Ты meet?”
Robin and Shadow were outside practicing throwing ring-dings and batarangs on a dart-board which was used for practicing archery. Even though Robin was еще experienced than Shadow, they were both of equal ability in most things and so far they were both tied.
“Well”, Shadow started, throwing a batarang which hit spot on in the middle. “You remember Barbara Gordon Чтение out the schools news and announced there will be two students one in freshman год and junior year?”
“Yah,” Robin said, recalling the image of the cute freshman...
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Muahahahahahahaha!!!





Fang struggled against the ducktape that bound his hands behind his back. We were in the bathroom, Fang was propped up against the wall. He looked at eleven год old me.
"Mel! Let me go!" He shouted. I only giggled.
"Not untill I get your eyebrows!" I said, smirking, holding up the strip of cloth. His eyes widened. I giggled evily. Fang struggled even more.
"No! Dont touch my eyebrows!" He yelled, struggling, growling. I pulled the stick, half covered in sticky, hot wax, out of the bowl. Then spread it on two strips of cloth.
"Mel! Dont Ты dare!" He said. I giggled more, then...
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“Really? Again?”
Blade smirked at the black-haired firecaster, whose cheeks had begun to turn pink.
“I thought Ты liked our game last night, Fin,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
Fin blushed even harder. “Well, we don’t need to play it again!”
“Why not?” Alek asked. “It’ll be fun!”
Fin sighed. “All right.” She took the bottle off of the кухня counter, and everyone arranged themselves in a circle, with the bottle in the middle. They all sat there, staring at it, until Aisling spoke.
“So...who wants to go first?”
Everyone looked at each other, willing the others to...
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